Franklin:First and most obvious – they're wiser. And so this makes for far more stimulating conversation. Makes other things more stimulating as well. But more on that in a moment.

Haytham:Alright. Your argument for experience makes some sense.

Franklin:Second, when beauty fades, women must improve their utility – lest they be discarded and forgotten. Rare is an old woman who is not also kind, compassionate, and good.

Haytham:That's something of a generalization.

Franklin:But also true. Now onto the third! Older women cannot conceive! Which means one less thing over which to fret. In fact, you also decrease the chance of acquiring something like the French Pox – its presence clearly visible – or the woman dead.

Haytham:And should one desire a child?

Franklin:Then make a young woman your wife. Let the older woman be a mistress. And that brings me to my fourth point: With age comes prudence. An older woman is less likely to reveal your indiscretions.

Haytham:Yes. I suppose you know quite a bit about that.

Franklin:And proud of it, thank you! As to the fifth reason: Because in every animal that walks upright, the deficiency of the fluids that fill the muscles appears first in the highest part: the face first grows lank and wrinkled, then the neck; then the breast and arms; the lower parts continuing to last as plump as ever: So covering all the above with a basket, and regarding only what is below the girdle, it is impossible of two women to know an old from a young one. And as in the dark all cats are grey, the pleasure of corporal enjoyment with an old woman is at least equal, and frequently superior, every knack being by practice capable of improvement.

Haytham:You mad bastard!

Franklin:Well it's true. And believe me, I should know – I've sampled a great many. You should try one as well! Like a fine wine, they only improve with age. Although... I suppose if left unattended too long, they have a tendency to sour. And that, my friend, is a most unpleasant experience. Better to work in a field often plowed, you know?

Haytham:Is there more?

Franklin:Indeed, indeed. The sixth is this: the sin is less. To take a maidenhead is a great responsibility. Mishandled, it can ruin lives. No such risk with an older woman. And this implies the seventh: younger women are more given to compunction. Anxiety and unease are not present in the more aged and experienced. And as to the the last of my reasons. Well it's really quite simple. Older women are so very grateful for the attention.

Haytham:You make a compelling argument, Mister Franklin. I might just have to run a few tests myself.

Franklin:I highly recommend it!

Haytham spoke to Franklin another time:

Franklin:I owe you a great thanks by the way.

Haytham:What for?

Franklin:Speaking with me. You see, I have very few friends in Boston these days.

Haytham:And what did you do to earn their ire?

Franklin:Started with a cartoon I drew, suggesting unification. How else can we hope to withstand the French menace? I proposed something similar at the Albany Conference as well, and it ruffled quite a few feathers. See, I've begun to wonder if Parliament best serves our interests. The Colonies might be better off independent and autonomous. Most of my peers however, haven't taken kindly to the suggestion.

Franklin:But you've answered your own question! Under! Why under? It should be side-by-side. Does France reside beneath Britain? Do the Italians? The Prussians? The Spanish? No. Sure they may disagree from time to time, even come to blows, but they stand on equal ground, and we should as well.

Haytham:Are the Colonies not simply an extension of the Kingdom though? Another borough, if you will?

Charles Lee

Lee:There's a certain charm to Boston I suppose, to all of the colonies really. Granted their cities have none of London's sophistication or splendour, but the people are earnest and hard-working. There's a pioneer spirit that I find compelling.

Haytham:It's quite something really, watching a place that's finally found its feet.

Lee:Has it, though? The French still wage war from up north. And I fear the Spanish have designs upon this place as well... Is this a new world? Or just another battlefield?

Haytham:Ah, that's a story as old as time itself, and one that's not likely to change. We're cruel and desperate creatures, set in our conquering ways. The Saxons and the Franks, the Ottomans and the Safavids – I could go on for hours! The whole of human history is but a series of conflicts and subjugations. A desire for more, and more, and more.

Haytham:Aye, and a dangerous one. Words have power: wield them wisely.

William Johnson

Haytham:First though, I'd like to know a little more about you, William. Tell me about yourself.

Johnson:What's there to tell? I was born in Ireland to Catholic parents – which I learnt early in life, severely limited my opportunities. So I converted to Protestantism and journeyed here at the behest of my uncle. But I fear my Uncle Peter was not the sharpest of tools. He sought to open trade with the Kanien'kehá:ka – but chose to build his settlement away from the trade routes instead of on them. I tried to reason with the man, but as I said, not the sharpest. So I took what little money I'd earned and bought my own plot of land. I built a home, a farm, a store and a mill – humble beginnings – but well situated, which made all the difference.

Johnson:Yes and no – which is to say, they have their fair share of sacred sites but none matching what you describe. Earthen mounds, forest clearings, hidden caves – all are natural though. No strange metal... no odd glows.

Haytham:Hmmm, it is well hidden then.

Johnson:Even to them, it seems. But cheer up my friend, you'll have your precursor treasure, I swear it.

Haytham:To our success then.

Johnson:And soon!Should not be much longer...I'll let you know, soon as I have something...I hope you're right, Haytham...I should return to my studies.

Haytham:This business with Silas confuses me! If Britain stands any chance of pushing back the French, she must ally with the natives, not enslave them!

Johnson:Silas is loyal only to his purse. That his actions harm the Crown is irrelevant. So long as there are buyers for his product, he'll continue to procure it.

Haytham:All the more reason to stop him then.

Johnson:My days are spent in congress with the locals – attempting to convince them that we're the ones they should trust; that the French are merely using them as tools to be abandoned once they've won.

Haytham:Your words must lose their strength when held against the reality of Silas's actions.

Johnson:I've tried to explain he does not represent us, but he wears the red coat; he commands a fort; I must appear to them either a liar or a fool... likely both.

Haytham:Take heart, brother, when we deliver them his head, they will know your words were true.

Thomas Hickey

Haytham:Any news?

Hickey:Whispers of things, nothin' solid at the moment. I know you're looking for word of something out the ordinary, dealin' with temples and ancient times and whatnot. But so far, can't say my boys have heard much.

Haytham:No trinkets or artefacts being moved through your... shadow market?

Hickey:Nothin' new, couple ill-gotten weapons - some jewellery likely lifted from a living thing. But you said to look for talk of glows and hums and look out for strange sights, right? An' I ain't heard nothin' 'bout that.

Haytham:Keep at it.

Hickey:Oh I will – you've done me a great service mister, and I fully intend to repay my debt, thricefold, if it pleases.

Haytham:Thank you, Thomas.

Hickey:Place to sleep and meal to eat is thanks enough. Don't you worry, I'll get you sorted soon.

Benjamin Church

Haytham:So a question for you: why medicine?

Church:I'm supposed to tell you I care for my fellow man right? That I chose this path because it allows me to accomplish a greater good?

Haytham:Are these things not true?

Church:Perhaps. But that's not what guided me. No, for me it was a less abstract thing: I like money.

Haytham:There are other paths to fortune.

Church:Aye, but what better ware to peddle than life? Nothing else is as precious, nor so desperately craved. And no price is too great for the man or woman who fears an abrupt and permanent end.

Haytham:Your words are cruel, Benjamin.

Church:But true as well.

Haytham:You took an oath to help people, did you not?

Church:I abide by the oath, which makes no mention of price. I merely require compensation – fair compensation – for my services.

Haytham:And if they lack the required fund?

Church:Then there are others who will serve them. Does a baker grant free bread to a beggar? Does the tailor offer a dress to the woman who cannot afford to pay? No: why should I?

Haytham:You said it yourself, nothing is more precious than life.

Church:Indeed: all the more reason one should ensure one has the means to preserve it.

John Pitcairn

Pitcairn:If I may, I was curious about your past with Braddock. You two clearly have a history.

Haytham:Edward was one of us, upon a time: I considered him a close friend. He was brave and bold in ways few men are. But everything changed at the siege of Bergen op Zoom. We had lost the fortress to the French, and were in the midst of egress. There was a skiff hidden at the port that we planned to make our escape. As we drew near, a young man and his family came upon us, begging for safe passage. I consented, but Edward refused. The young man called him craven... so Edward killed him and all the rest... even the children. To this day I do not know why. Was this the first time he'd struck out? Or had I simply never seen it before? Either way, things were never the same after that. We campaigned together a few more times, but each outing was more disturbing than the last. He killed and killed; enemy or ally, civilian or soldier, guilty or innocent, it mattered not. If he perceived one to be an obstacle, they died. He maintained violence was a more efficient solution: it became his mantra, and it broke my heart.

Pitcairn:I had no idea.

Haytham:He hides it well, and intimidates into silence any who might discover him. Those who persist, have tendency to find... misfortune.

Pitcairn:We should stop him.

Haytham:I suppose you're right, but I maintain a foolish hope he might yet be saved and brought back round to reason. I know, I know, it's a silly thing, to believe one so drenched in death might suddenly change.

Pitcairn:I'm sorry to have brought this up: it was not my intent to sour you.

Haytham:Nonsense! We are brothers now: there should be no secrets between us.

George Washington

Washington:I have failed them, Connor. Only look around to know my words are true. This revolution once seemed a righteous thing. Our cause pure and just. We asked only for what all people deserve: liberty, equality, and respect. The Empire should have embraced us. Instead they pushed for war – a war, it seems, they are now destined to win. I dared to dream of better things. Behold what it has wrought.

Connor:Such dark thoughts will cripple a man. But only if he lets them. Look again. Out there stand men and women determined to be free. Such a struggle is rarely easy, and never without sacrifice. I have often asked myself a thousand times if I would not be happier back amongst my people, living a quieter, simpler life. But if I abandoned my cause – if you abandoned yours, Commander – who would take our places? And what would become of the people who rely upon us?

Washington:It isn't right that they should suffer when I do not. If the ground must be their mattress, so too will it be mine.

Connor:And what about the storm?

Washington:If I can't take a stand against some snow, then there really is no hope for us.

Not long afterwards, Connor spoke with Washington once more.

Washington:What news do you bring me?

Connor:No news, Commander. I was merely curious how your assistants were faring.

Washington:Without them we would be lost. It's as simple as that. With Lafayette drilling our men, it's possible our next engagement will not be one sided. Have you had the opportunity to meet Casimir Pulaski?

Connor:I have not.

Washington:Unfortunate. He's another of these soldiers we've hired from overseas. A Polish man capable of fighting on horseback the likes of which I have never seen. I intend to name him Commander of the Horse and when spring comes and the battles resume, the Regulars will fear the charge of his Patriot Cavalry.

Connor:I look forward to that day, Commander.

Washington:As do I, Connor. As do I.

During spring in Valley Forge, Connor spoke to Washington about his strategy that year. Having met his father, Connor began to express skepticism about the commander's tactics.

Connor:The season for war is fast approaching, Commander. Have you decided upon a strategy?

Washington:You cut to the core of things, don't you, Connor? We are divided. The British have Philadelphia and we hold Boston. Howe won't try for Boston again, there is no sense to such a maneuver. The port in New York - and by extension the Hudson - will be his prize and we will march there to meet him. For glory or for ruin.

Connor:Are you sure that wise, Commander?

Washington:Hestitant to take action? You? I'm surprised. Our army is as prepared and large as ever and the time for patience has passed. We need to strike a decisive blow this spring and New York will be the stage. Whether we achieve victory or not will remain in the Lord's hands. We've done all we can.

After the war had ended, Connor came across George Washington at Bowling Green.

Washington:Connor.

Connor:Commander.

Washington:It's good to see you.

Connor:You have what you set out for. What will you do with it?

Washington:A fair question. But if truth be told, I do not know. Men with far greater minds than mine will build this country's foundation, a task I am simply not equipped for. Have you played bocce before? I'm really growing quite fond of it. I think I'll have a green built in Mount Vernon when I return.

Connor:All that death and sacrifice and you mean to leave the important tasks to better men while you play games? I might have expected it.

Washington:Connor –

Connor:Whether you think you are worthy or capable of the task, after the things we've done to ensure this outcome, you should not have the luxury of peace.

Marquis de Lafayette

Connor met with the Marquis de Lafayette at the encampment at Valley Forge during winter.

Lafayette:Ah! Connor. What do you think of my work thus far?

Connor:The men are bolstered. Focused. It is good you have come.

Lafayette:You are too kind. Lord knows my journey was far from certain. The trials we suffered getting here were strange and many. I dressed as a woman, Connor, to evade British spies. Did you know that?

Connor:I did not. As a woman you say?

Lafayette:It is the truth. King George had already stopped our crossing once in Bordeaux, threatening to seize my newly purchased ship, La Victoire, and arrest me. But I was born stubborn and such a warning could not dissuade me. So we rode for Spain and bought passage aboard a ship there. George's spies had followed us every step of the way. Disguise was the only remaining option... mon dieu. (My Lord.)

Connor:No man can doubt your commitment and you are invaluable to the cause. You did what you needed to do. I am certain I would have done the same.

Lafayette:But of course you would! I expect nothing less!

Connor met the Marquis de Lafayette again at Valley Forge.

Lafayette:Monsieur (Mister) Connor. A pleasure as always. What brings you?

Connor:I wanted to ask you something: why is this revolution so important to you?

Lafayette:Hm. Since I decided to embark upon this adventure, through all the lords and merchants and soldiers I've spoken to, you are the first to ask me this. Have you ever been to France?

Connor:I have not.

Lafayette:One day, when all this is over, I will invite you to Paris to stay with me and my family. She is the most beautiful city in all the world, Connor, full of art and culture, women and wine. But she is sick on the inside, black and rotting. But here... here is something quite different. On the outside the colonies are dirty and dangerous, unforgiving and uncivilized. But on the inside they GLOW. And that is why I am here. To learn. I want to return home able to touch France's black heart and make it glow once more.

Oiá:ner

Connor:I am sorry that I did not visit sooner. My time is taken up with study...

Oiá:ner:Have you found what you seek, then?

Connor:It is too soon to know. But I am on the proper path.

Oiá:ner:Already, it is more than most.

Connor:But will it be enough?

Oiá:ner:That is something only you can answer.You are always welcome here, Ratonhnhaké:ton.I hope you will visit again soon.

After William Johnson's assassination, Oiá:ner revealed that his demise had left them more vulnerable as he was generally supportive of the natives. She also began having doubts about the village staying neutral in the war, but Connor encouraged her to continue standing apart from the Iroquois clans that joined the conflict.

Oiá:ner:It is good to see you, though I wish it was more often.

Connor:I trust all is well?

Oiá:ner:Things have been peaceful since Johnson's passing. Although...

Connor:What is it?

Oiá:ner:Some are concerned. He promised safety and security. With him gone, we are alone once more. And now, the other villages speak of aligning with the Loyalists.

Connor:That is their choice. Our people walk a different path.

Oiá:ner:Yes... For a very long time, we have stood apart from the Haudenosaunee. Apart from the Kanien'kehá:ka. Apart from all others, in fact. I will not abandon our duty, but some days I cannot help but question it.

Connor:There is a reason that we stand alone. It is natural to wonder... To worry. But we must stand strong. We must have faith.

Oiá:ner:Truly the world is turned around when it is I who question and you who comfort.You have given this old woman much to ponder...You have grown into a fine young man. I am proud of you.

During the war, she expressed concern whether Connor would finish his task.

Oiá:ner:You are returned to us! But not for long, I think?

Connor:My work is not yet done...

Oiá:ner:I wonder will it ever be? The symbol that you sought and found... It is a mark of courage and honor, yes. But it promises pain and loss as well.

Connor:I will bear such things gladly – if it means you are all kept safe.

Oiá:ner:You must not forget to look after yourself from time to time...

Connor:When this is finished. When all are free. Then I will rest.

Oiá:ner:I hope that day comes soon.

Connor:As do I.

Oiá:ner:Do not let me keep you, Ratonhnhaké:ton.Remember to look after yourself from time to time...

After Kanen'tó:kon's death, Connor informed Oiá:ner. Fearful, though unaware Connor was the one who had killed him, she suggested relocating the village.

Oiá:ner:What troubles you, Ratohnhaké:ton?

Connor:Kanen'tó:kon is dead.

Oiá:ner:What happened?

Connor:He... I... I cannot say for certain...

Oiá:ner:There is talk amongst the other nations of moving west... Away from the war... Perhaps it is time we considered such a thing.

Connor:No. We stay. This is our home.

Oiá:ner:But for how much longer? And at what cost?

Connor:I will make it safe.

Oiá:ner:Oh, my child... We cannot change what is to come. Though we might abandon this land... We will not abandon our ways. We carry home in our hearts.

Deborah Carter

Deborah:Might I have a word? Name's Dobby Carter. Couldn't help but notice you're getting involved in the goings on in our borough. Thought we might be of service to each other.

Connor:What is happening here?

Deborah:Ever since the war kicked off, merchants have been demanding high prices "for the good of the cause". Profiteering is what that is. It's high time the folks 'round the way got a fair shake.

Connor:How can I help?

Deborah:That easy? That's a change. Eh... Set up these up nearby when you get a chance - it's part of a bigger plan I got. Come see me when you're done.

Connor approached Deborah again.

Deborah:Merchants are still gouging people 'round here. We'll talk again soon.You certainly don't disappoint! People are standing up all over the place. We're almost there.

After recruiting her to the Assassin Order, Connor spoke with Deborah in a tavern.

Deborah:How do you do, Connor?

Connor:I am alright. And you?

Deborah:It's nice to be a part of something. Until now I was sort of drifting about the neighborhood getting irate when I saw things unjust. Sometimes I'd intervene, other times I would come here. Now I feel like all my energy is pointed at something.

Connor:I am grateful to have your help. How did you come to be... you?

Deborah:Ha! Funny question but I get your meaning. I was an orphan, pretty common around the ports with all the sailors and whores mucking about. I wanted to be out on my own so I did what I had to do. That's when I decided to pretend to be a boy. That worked for a time, until nature decided otherwise and it just became a bad joke. Folks around the borough still called me "Dobby" but the old codgers started leering and getting fresh. That's when I got tough. Took a good many shots to the face before I learned to defend myself properly but now I dare any man to come at me. They learn the price quick.

Some time afterwards, Connor spoke with Deborah once more.

Connor:Hello, Dobby.

Deborah:Connor. You look well.

Connor:I have been better.

Deborah:Do you ever sleep? I really don't know how you do it.

Connor:I try not to think about it.

Deborah:A strong man, stronger than any I've ever met. How is it a man like you has no wife?

Connor:I do not have the time to give a woman what she deserves. Perhaps when all this is over, I will be able to settle and have a family. I hope.

Deborah:Of all the lecherous and deceitful men out there who are fathers you'd be a godsend. But I suppose that's how it is, the good ones are too busy for it and the louts have nothing better to do. In any case, if you ever think it's time, make sure I get the first crack!

Connor:Hmm, I promise.

Stephane Chapheau

After recruiting him to the Assassin Order, Connor spoke with Stephane Chapheau in a tavern.

Connor:Stephane. How is your ale?

Stephane:Pisse (Piss), but it gets the job done – my father would be disgusted – but after a day's work with you a man needs to unwind. I would prefer a nice bottle of wine but these Colonies lack refinement.

Connor:Your father?

Stephane:Mon père (My dad). He was a great man. A cook in the French Army during the Seven Years War. He marched all across the white North, feeding Louis-Joseph de Montcalm and his officers. Cooking them feasts from sticks and berries. When the Commander-in-Chief opted for open conflict instead of manning the battlements of Quebec, every man was called to arms, including my father. He died on the field. But I'm told he fought ferociously. It matters little. He's gone now.

Connor:He would be proud of you.

Stephane:This is my one hope – that he smiles upon the choices I've made.

Some time afterwards, Connor spoke with Stephane once more.

Stephane:Connor! Do you have time to sit?

Connor:I do.

Stephane:Good! I have been meaning to ask you, how did you come to all this?

Connor:I did not ask for it, but I feel it was meant to happen. I was just a boy when I met Achilles. He made me a warrior.

Stephane:That easy? I miss the kitchen if you can believe it. I had more control in that world than I ever will in the one we inhabit. But more people get to taste the fruit of my labor in this line of work and for that I am satisfied.

Connor:We may change things yet, if we press on.

Stephane:Frenchmen from the North never grow weary, just ask the women! Ha!

Jamie Colley

Jamie:At least you're no beast like most of these "people". Anybody who's immune has already fled. Cowards.

Connor:And who are you?

Jamie:Jamie Colley. You need to keep doing what you're doing. Nobody else is. If we both get after it, we might be able to quell this monster of a disease.

Connor:I will do what I can.

Jamie:I'll be lending a hand to these doctors. Find me once you think you've done enough and maybe we can do more.

Connor approached Jamie again.

Jamie:What are you talking to me for? You haven't done anything about the outbreak yet.It's a start. Keep going and then we'll talk real business.

After recruiting him to the Assassin Order, Connor spoke with Jamie in a tavern.

Connor:Thirsty I take it?

Jamie:What's wrong with taking a draught or two when the time is right?

Connor:Nothing, Jamie, nothing.

Jamie:Then why don't you join me then?

Connor:Not right now, maybe later.

Jamie:I suppose you got important business to attend to. I understand. Don't worry about me though, I can handle my booze. If you need me, I'll be there, Connor.

Some time afterwards, Connor spoke with Jamie once more.

Jamie:Hey Connor.

Connor:Taking it easy today?

Jamie:Things got a little out of hand the last time you saw me. Keeping an even keel.

Connor:Good. Where are you from?

Jamie:Here. Born and raised but I'm a mutt if that's what you're really asking. Think I even got a little of the Far East in my blood. That's what my father said, wherever that bastard got off to.

Connor:What about your mother?

Jamie:She's down south. Haven't seen her in five years or so. She works on a plantation – keeping care of the slaves. Pff. Slaves. That's why I left. Can't support that business. Owning a human isn't something any man should do. She doesn't agree so I leave her to it. I make my life up here now. I'm an Assassin. This is my family.

Duncan Little

Duncan:So you're the lad. Neighborhood could use more men of action like yourself.

Connor:My name is Connor.

Duncan:That's a lovely name for a man from Wales. What's your real name?

Connor:Ratonhnhaké:ton...

Duncan:A strong name - you should use it. Mine's Duncan, plain as they come. If you've the time to spare, I'd urge you to keep on doing what you're doing. This infernal gang needs to be stopped.

Connor approached Duncan again.

Duncan:How's it going, lad? I imagine you're busy these days, not much has changed with regards to our local thugs. I'll leave you to it.Your work is bearing fruit, my boy, and I'm close to figuring out who's orchestrating this ugly symphony. But something's got people spooked beyond the usual gang stuff. Odd. Anyway, keep on it.

After recruiting him to the Assassin Order, Connor spoke with Duncan in a tavern.

Duncan:Oi, lad! How's it going then?

Connor:I am well. And you?

Duncan:Oh, can't complain. There was something I've been meaning to tell you... I met your Da. It was a long time ago in London. I was just a boy – well, I didn't meet him really, just saw him do a fella in at the London Opera House. I was sitting in the balcony with an uncle of mine. Went to have a piss and when I came back, there's your Da. Dashing as they come, he was - shirt, jacket, immaculate. My uncle was just slumped there. Looked like he was sleeping. But I knew better even if I was a child. Your Da locked eyes on me. And I don't think I've ever been so frightened as I was in that instant. It wasn't a fear that he was going to cause me pain, it was a sense that he saw right through me – into my heart – and he'd crush it if it pleased him. But he didn't. He just raised his finger to his lips and gestured for my silence. I complied. Then he was gone.

Connor:That must have been in the days before his betrayal was made public. He would have sailed for the Colonies not long after. I'm astonished that you were actually there.

Duncan:You can imagine my surprise when I saw his face. Took me a while to piece it together but... there you have it. Thought you'd like to know.

Connor:Thank you.

Some time afterwards, Connor spoke with Duncan once more.

Connor:How are you faring?

Duncan:Not bad. Not bad. All this reminds me of being back in the Old Country. Fightin' for land, fightin' for the right to see God my way. Didn't take long before I realized the fight was futile and stepped aboard a ship bound for the Colonies. People over there are so wrapped up in HOW you perceive the Lord they forget we're all part of his flock. Stories change, Connor. The way people tell them evolves. It's no different in the Bible and I believe that's the real root of all the strife back home. But nobody wants to listen to me – if you don't see it their way, you're a heathen. But I feel we're honestly making a difference here. That our presence is felt if not appreciated by all. Ah! And it makes me sleep easy at night and that's all a man can ask for really.

Connor:I would like to visit your home country some day.

Duncan:Oh, would you now? You'd turn a head or two on the Emerald Isle, I'll tell you that. Maybe one day, I'll muster up the courage, go back and I'll bring you with me – would be good for a laugh at any rate!

Clipper Wilkinson

Clipper:Don't mean to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice what you done. Real good of you.

Connor:What is happening here?

Clipper:Regulars have taken to conscribing the young ones 'round here. It's not right. I was thinking that maybe we could do some good together - if you had the time.

Connor:What would you have me do?

Clipper:More of the same, actually. I got a plan cooking, but the folks need to know they've got someone to turn to. Find me when you're done.

Connor approached Clipper again.

Clipper:They're still conscribing kids all over, but I wager you've been off fryin' bigger fish.You're doing it. The recruiters are scared to go out collecting. We're almost ready to make our move.

After recruiting him to the Assassin Order, Connor spoke with Clipper in a tavern.

Connor:You do not partake?

Clipper:No, sir. I need to stay sharp in case you call upon my rifle. Spirits do me in right quick. Drank half a flask of rum out in the bush with my brothers a few years back. Went for a run in the buff before I found myself rolling around in deer skat being sick all over. I don't want to go there again. No thank you.

Connor:A smart choice given the circumstances.

Clipper:I want to fight like you someday.

Connor:You have everything it takes to be a great Assassin.

Clipper:That means something coming from you.

Some time afterwards, Connor spoke with Clipper once more.

Connor:Where did you learn to shoot like you do?

Clipper:Ranging with my dad and brothers in Virginia country. My family's been surveying and prospecting out there since my grand-pappy.

Connor:How did you end up here?

Clipper:I'm the youngest of four brothers. I was always going to be a runner-up with them so I set off alone to do my own business. Out west of Ohio's territory that no man of the Colonies' ever trodden. Figured I could find contracts out of New York. Then the war started.

Connor:And you sided with the Patriots.

Clipper:Not really. My family's for the King. I just don't like seeing boys forced to fight against their will is all. But I know that I want to be free, for all to be free. If that means I'm a Patriot, I guess I am.

Jacob Zenger

Jacob:So you are the man taking up arms in our part of the city. Glad to be hearing it.

Connor:The military seems to be controlling this area.

Jacob:Yah. Martial law has been declared. For what purposes, I do not know, but there is not a need. I do what I can, but it is hard.

Connor:I may be able to help.

Jacob:Very well. I need information on the man responsible for this. He has men all over the place - corrupt Redcoats. Maybe you can get them to talk.

Connor approached Jacob again.

Jacob:Hallo, friend. The martial law is quite the same. You are needing to start making an impact.Ah, the tides of change are coming in. Remain vigilant, and maybe we succeed in putting an end to this.

After recruiting him to the Assassin Order, Connor spoke with Jacob in a tavern.

Jacob:Like most other men like me. The Army. I was a Hessian for a time. It was a good job while I had it. I only felt it was time for something different once I arrived. Not long after I am meeting you so it seems my feeling was useful, no?

Connor:Certainly.

Jacob:I am hoping to send for my family when the time is right. But we are fighting a war of our own, and I will not put them at risk.

Connor:Hopefully things will die down soon.

Jacob:No rush, Connor. I am in their hearts, and they are in mine.

Some time afterwards, Connor spoke with Jacob once more.

Jacob:I received a letter from home.

Connor:What news?

Jacob:My son is the strongest boy in our village. Standing tall and proud. My heart grows heavy for them, now and my patience wanes for bringing them across the ocean. I have sent money for passage. War or no war.

Connor:We will keep them safe from the fighting when they arrive.

Jacob:I am having no doubts about this. My worry is now of the crossing itself. Many miles overland to a port in France. There they must be purchasing safe passage aboard a ship coming to the colonies. Then they must brave the voyage itself. Many risks.

Connor:Your son can lead them, you said yourself he is strong and capable.

Jacob:My son? Ha! No matter how strong he grows he will never be as strong as my wife. Wihelmina is the most able person I have ever met – else I would not have left them. It is more matters of fortune that trouble me. Storms, pirates.

Connor:These are things none can control, but I am sure if pirates try and take their ship, Wihelmina and your boy will make the brigands rue their decision.

Homestead residents

Catherine:You must be Connor! We've been raring to finally meet you! My name's Catherine and this is Diana. We're the wives of those two blockheads who cut trees.

Diana:Nice to meet you! We've heard so much of you from the boys. Glad to finally put a face to the name.

Connor:The pleasure is mine.

Catherine:We were just discussing how nice this bit of territory is, on a river with nobody upstream. I won't lie, Godfrey's letter had me a little worried but now that we're here and settled, I must say I'm rather happy.

Diana:They had us on this plot north of Champlain that was a tangle of rock and bramble. Horrible place. It's a real treat to be able to walk up the hill and take in the ocean.

Connor:Your husbands must keep you busy.

Catherine:Ha! Nothing we can't handle, Connor. The boys think they run the show, but the real bosses are standing right in front of you.

Connor:I would not pry, but please know that if there was anything I could do to help, I would.

Prudence:It's alright. Connor already knows half of it. As you know, we have been trying to have a child, Connor. For a long time. Thus far we've not been blessed, even once. It takes its toll after a time.

Connor:You must not force such things. Nature will grant you with a young one when the time is right.

Warren:We hope you're right, Connor. At the very least, we are at peace here.

Connor:I was passing by and thought I would stop in and see how you were faring.

Oliver:That's nice of you. Well, my boy, we are faring very well.

Corrine:Between those who live here, the sailors coming and going from the pier, not to mention the travelers, our beds are always full and our taps are always flowing.

Connor:I am pleased things have worked out for you here.

Oliver:As are we, Connor. I'd be lying if I told you we weren't worried when we were ousted from our old place, but the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Connor greeted Terry and Godfrey on his way there to see if they were still at peace with each other.

Connor:Gentlemen. You seem to be getting along.

Terry:Oh aye. We're just on our way to have an ale. You might have noticed, I've got a bit of a temper problem. Diana's fine, the spuds are fine. We've got a good thing going here. I'm just happy I didn't hurt ol' Godfrey. Wouldn't have been able to forgive myself.

After collecting wild flowers for Norris to court Myriam with, Connor spoke with him and realized that to court someone meant to romance them.

Norris:Hello, Connor.

Connor:Norris. How are you?

Norris:Alright. Remember we talked about Myriam?

Connor:I do. And the cougar she felled.

Norris:One shot. Confident and precise. Incroyable. (Incredible.) I like her.

Connor:She is a good friend, we all do.

Norris:Not like that, Connor.

Connor: Oh. OH! Well, good for you!

Norris:Only good for me if she likes me back. She is a strong woman. An independent woman. I admire her.

Connor:I wish you well in your quest, Norris.

Connor spoke to Achilles, who was examining his old robes that he had retrieved for him.

Connor:Remembering old times, Achilles?

Achilles:Connor. Oh. Yes, I suppose I was. Seems like so long ago.

Connor:Who was the Assassin this belonged to?

Achilles:Originally, it was John de la Tour's, the first Assassin in the Colonies. Then it was mine for a time. The things I've done wearing that armor... Some are uplifting to recall, others - very painful indeed. One day I will hand it over to you, Connor. It is your duty to keep it. It serves as a reminder for how long our brotherhood has really been here. How long we've been protecting the people of the land. But here I am going on again, I know you appreciate what it is.

After returning from Boston, Warren expressed gratitude to Connor about his new life and the child on the way.

Warren:Dr. White called upon us earlier! A very unexpected surprise. One that has put both Prudence and I at ease.

Connor:The village is growing and a healer's services will benefit all.

Warren:Indeed! It's hard to explain how I am feeling right now. My wife is resting healthy and safe, full with child in our warm home. The community is kind and attentive, and the land is rich. It was not so long ago that such a life was only a dream for us, Connor.

Connor:All people deserve to feel safe and free.

Warren:Hopefully, a day will come when all men of the Colonies will share your perspective. But it will be a long, hard road, that much is certain.

Following the birth of Hunter, Connor found Warren, Prudence and Lyle White reminiscing at the farm about the day of his birth.

Warren:Smoke, Connor?

Connor:No, thank you.

Lyle:We were just recalling the eventful day of little Hunter's birth.

Connor:I am not sure I have ever been so anxious.

Lyle:Ha!

Warren:I barely remember a thing up until the moment I heard him cry. Then, it all slows down and I recall every little detail. From Hunter's wailing face, to Prudence's teary eyes filled with pure joy, to the smell of the mud and the leaves. I've never been as happy as I was in that instant.

Lyle:Things in this house sound right.

After Connor helped Norris again with romantic matters, they spoke about their names. Norris revealed that his name was Maurice, but since everyone mispronounced it, he grew tired of correcting them.

Connor:Norris! How is the mine? Is there anything worth your time down there?

Norris:Most definitely. Copper, Connor. And a healthy amount of it.

Connor:Excellent. I am glad. I have been meaning to ask, is Norris a common French name?

Norris:My real name is not Norris. It's Maurice.

Connor:But you told me...

Norris:I did. When I arrived in Boston, people started calling me Norris and I got tired of correcting them all the time. Just before we met I had been talking with that lady in the pub, she said she liked my name "Norris". I decided to stick with it.

After Dr. White approached Connor for help with his reputation and the confrontation with the British scouts, Connor spoke to Prudence, Diana and Ellen outside the inn about their children, and they expressed gratitude towards him for bringing White to the Homestead.

Diana:Not a day goes by that one of the boys doesn't hurt himself. I'll get some rest with the doctor around, sending the boys his way.

Ellen:I know what you mean. Maria is all over the property like a mad-girl. Norris found her in his MINE yesterday with a great big gash in her knee. That girl, I tell you.

Connor:It sounds like you all have your hands full.

Diana:You could say that!

Prudence:Having the doctor here is great for all of us, Connor. Thank you for finding him and bringing him here.

Lance:Connor! Great timing. I was just getting underway on something that might be of interest to you.

Connor:What is that?

Lance:Those plans you retrieved for me. And believe you me, they were worth all the fuss. A FOLDING chair.

Connor:I do not follow you.

Lance:It's a chair. That FOLDS, Connor. You can fold them right up and stack them. Store them. Transport them. I could have a thousand chairs in my back room! It's simple brilliance and I am going to make a fortune.

Connor:A folding chair. Well, I wish you the best with it.

Lance:You'll see, Connor. You'll see.

Later, Lance came to the Davenport manor and explained that the plans also contained Leonardo da Vinci's Flying Machine. They built and tested it, but it did not work, due to their limited knowledge on the invention.

Lance:Connor! I'm so glad you're here. The plans I bought. They weren't JUST a folding chair, oh no. They had something else with them, something quite astonishing. A flying machine designed by Leonardo Da Vinci himself! And I built it! Ha! You can be the first to try it if you like! You'll be able to fly! Soar like an eagle!

Connor:And it works?

Lance:Da Vinci was one of the greatest minds in human history! As brilliant a man as any there has ever been. You can be CERTAIN it works! Would you like to try it?

Connor:Yes. Such a device would certainly prove useful.

When Connor found the painting of Achilles' family in New York, Achilles explained to him that he was reluctant to open the package and look at it since the memories were too painful.

Connor:What is it, Old Man?

Achilles:Just an old painting.

Connor:I have gathered that much. Why will you not open it?

Achilles:It is something close to me. Something that I can't bare to look at just yet. Perhaps someday I will muster up the courage to gaze upon it again, but not yet.

Connor:I will honor him, in time. I just hope that what I do is enough.

Timothy:If anybody is capable of honoring a man the likes of Achilles, it's you, Connor.

Connor:How is your church?

Timothy:It's everything I could have wanted and more. The people here are hard-working and appreciative of my services. They contribute more than most I've seen. I understand our God is not for you, but the community is strong when we gather within these walls. That much, you should see.